Chapter 35 Alexis #2
Remembering that Marcee left the bar with some rando, I search for my phone to check on her, kicking myself for being too wasted to think of it last night.
It takes three tries to unlock my phone, which is promptly dropped when I see the missed calls, texts, and voicemails all with Jax’s name on them.
“No! No, no, no, no, no, no!” Fucking shit, I scroll through the texts and see that I texted him at three in the morning asking if he wants to fuck.
Well, fuck me sideways. Luckily, I didn’t give him my new address so he wasn’t able to find me.
His texts go from flirty to pissed off very fast, then the voicemails start and get increasingly unhinged.
I delete his messages and call Marcee.
“Hello…” She sounds like shit and I smile in spite of myself.
“How ya doing, Marce?”
“Never let me drink that much ever again.”
“Only if you do the same for me. Want to grab coffee later?”
“Why don’t you come down here and I'll order it in. I'm not leaving this apartment all day.”
“Deal.”
Pulling on baggy sweats and a ratty old T-shirt, I make my way to Marcee’s place.
I check my phone again, pulling up my chats with Finn.
There are no new messages. My heart sinks.
Some part of me had hoped he would come back for me.
But the silence is all the proof I need to know it is well and truly over.
I have a new email from my dad's assistant with his updated itinerary.
Gee, thanks for the email proof of his abandonment.
My legs feel as heavy as my heart. Each step is an effort. I almost turn around and go back to my place, but Marcee is already at her door, holding out a mug of coffee for me. Taking it, I step into her place and plaster on what I hope is a convincing smile.
I should have known Marcee wouldn’t be fooled. As soon as I drink the coffee and dig into the pastries she ordered, she gets serious with me.
“Are you going to tell me what the hell happened yesterday?”
“What do you mean?” I don’t have the energy for this.
“I mean, you have spent the last few months saying you’re cutting down on partying. Then last night, you drank more than I have ever seen you drink, Lexie. It was like you were on a mission to drown yourself.”
Unbidden tears well up in my eyes. “Marcee, things are such a freaking mess. I don’t want to get into details. But I kinda, sorta, met a guy recently. He’s smart, sexy, and perfect, really.” Guilt washes over me knowing she has no clue it’s her dad I'm talking about.
“Wait. Stop. Rewind. How is this the first I'm hearing about this guy?”
“I met him at a club and didn’t know if it would go anywhere.
Then we only saw each other sporadically, then it heated up but we never defined what it was, and I was scared to jinx it.
” Taking a deep breath to quiet my mind, I start again, “But none of that matters. When I asked for a commitment, he turned tail and ran. Then right after he walked away from things, literally as that was imploding like the Hindenburg, my dad texts me to tell me he changed his mind and was leaving town. He was already at the airport when he texted me, Marcee.” The tears I had been desperately trying to stem begin flowing freely now.
Her warm arms come around me, holding me and just letting me be. I give in and let myself wallow for a few minutes before pushing all the feelings into that little box where I store all the hurts and rejections.
“Okay, enough of that.” I sit up, turning fully toward her. “Now, it’s your turn.”
“Me?” She looks panicked. “What about me?” Her cheeks are turning bright red and I smile in spite of the gaping hole in my heart.
“Marcee Walker? Did you have a one-night stand last night?”
“Uh, no. I brought your drunk ass home then went to bed alone.”
Wincing, I hide my face. “Sorry! Okay, had I not been a disaster would you have left with that guy?”
Covering her face with her hands, she nods. The squeal that leaves my lips has us both cringing and gripping our heads.
“Did you get his number? Call him later and have him over tonight. Don’t let me be a cock block, baby.”
“Lexie, I can’t do that. I would be too embarrassed.
I have never slept with a guy I wasn’t dating.
Hell, I’ve only ever had sex with two guys.
” Biting her lip, her cheeks still crimson.
“But it was kinda awesome thinking about trying casual sex.
I may be on a self-exploration kick but I'm not sure if I can issue a booty call.”
Grimacing, I stand, if she only knew about my almost booty call…
“Fine, I won’t push, but just remember, no judgment, and I think it's great you’re exploring your sexuality. Oh, have you tried any toys yet?”
“No! Lexie, I have never masturbated at all.”
I gasp like I'm, well, her. “No way, Marcee! You can’t be serious.”
“It just felt weird to do it.”
“How can you expect a guy to know what you like, when you don’t know what you like?” She shrugs and looks so uncomfortable.
“We’re going to rectify that soon, but first, a tall glass of water.
My mouth still tastes like shit.” I head into her kitchen and I’m filling a glass when my phone rings.
Marcee answers it and I freeze at the look of horror on her face.
She hangs up, tossing the phone onto the couch like it burned her.
My heart hammers in my head and my stomach cramps up.
“Alexis Wayfield, what the hell?”
“Shit, who was it, Marce?” My voice is barely a whisper at this point.
Fuck, did Finn call?
“Why did Jax just call and rant about a booty call.” Relief washes over me and I take a gulping breath. The feeling of sheer terror and panic is replaced with pure humiliation.
“Oh, yeah…that.”
“Please tell me he is not the guy you were talking about, Lexie! He cheated on you then threatened you.”
“No, I…there was another guy, but apparently, in my drunken stupor, I sent a booty call text to Jax.”
“Ew, you had sex with him?”
“Gods no, Marcee! Can you imagine?” I gag a little thinking about his tiny dick thrusting into me.
“Luckily, I was too drunk to remember he didn’t know we moved.
So, by the time he showed up and realized it was the wrong place, I was already passed out on the bathroom floor.
” I rub my hip that is probably bruised from said night on the floor.
Marcee is staring at me unblinking. “Lexie, should I be worried, hon?”
I laugh it off and tell her I'm fine; I was just pissed and drank too much. In all truths, I'm not okay, and don’t know how I ever will be again, but I can’t put that burden on her.